Infinitely Losing My Edge
Yeah, I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
The kids are coming up from behind.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids from Grenada and from Mexico City.
But I was there.
I was there in 1970.
I was there at the first Onyeabor show in Enugu.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids whose footsteps I hear when they get on the decks.
I'm losing my edge to the internet seekers who can tell me every member of every good group from 1962 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos kids in little jackets and borrowed nostalgia for the unremembered nineties.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
I can hear the footsteps every night on the decks.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971 at the first Selda practice in a loft in Istanbul.
I was working on the güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie started up his first band.
I told him, "Don't do it that way. You'll never make a dime."
I was there.
I was the first guy playing Barbara Tucker to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
Everybody thought I was crazy.
We all know.
I was there.
I was there.
I've never been wrong.
But I'm losing my edge to better-looking people with better ideas and more talent.
And they're actually really, really nice.
I'm losing my edge.
I heard you have a compilation of every good song ever done by anybody.
Every great song by Joe Smooth. All the underground hits.
All Adolescents tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Iggy Pop record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bluetip record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Au Pairs,
Roxette,
Carl Craig,
Morten Harket,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Skarface,
The Smiths,
Stiv Bators,
Barrington Levy,
Easy Going,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
The Alarm Clocks,
Von Mondo,
Franke,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Fifty Foot Hose,
CMW,
Josef K,
Das Ding,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Bluetip,
Unrelated Segments,
Yazoo,
Aural Exciters,
Peter and Kerry,
Joe Finger,
The Cowsills,
Trumans Water,
Robert Görl,
Q and Not U,
Fela Kuti,
Roxy Music,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Prince Buster,
Minny Pops,
Mad Mike,
Animal Collective,
Dawn Penn,
The Mojo Men,
Marine Girls,
Vladislav Delay,
Q65,
Los Fastidios,
Skaos,
The Fuzztones,
Rufus Thomas,
Livin' Joy,
Nas,
Bobby Sherman,
Procol Harum,
Slave,
Lou Christie,
Byron Stingily,
Tres Demented,
Lightning Bolt,
Dennis Brown,
Soft Cell,
Sixth Finger,
Gang Green,
the Bar-Kays, the Bar-Kays, the Bar-Kays, the Bar-Kays.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.